[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] Her sweetness of character is even beyond her genius.

[On Elizabeth Barrett Browning:] ... for finish, and melody of versification, there is nothing approaching to Miss Barrett in this day, or in any other - also for diction. Her words paint.

In our present high state of civilization, people are so much alike, that anything at all odd comes on one with the freshness and character of an antique coin among smooth shillings.

We may admire people for being wise, but we like them best when they are foolish.

I prepare myself for all disappointments by expecting nothing.

Buonaparte is certainly writing, or rather dictating, his memoirs. He walks backwards and forwards with his hands behind him, and dictates so fast that two or three of his suite are obliged to be in attendance, that the one may take down one-half of a sentence, and another the rest; they then literally compare notes, and put the disjointed legs and wings and heads of periods together. This is writing a book as he fought a battle.

I foresee that the Andersen and Fairy Tale fashion will not last; none of these things away from general nature do.